About 80% of shops in town are targeted at tourists, and every weekend, the tourists come to shop. The influx of cars the tourists bring upon the already overstressed roads make driving around my own town painfully difficult on weekends. The invasion begins every Saturday morning. I usually skip town or hide at home. Of course there is more to HMB than just stupid tourist traps. There's COFFEE! You've got "Coffee Company", "Gourmet Coffee", "M Coffee" (used to be McCoffee until McDonalds filed a lawsuit), Pony Espresso, HMB Bakery, Cafe Clasique, and a few others, 'cuz you can never have too much coffee. And of course there are Pumpkins! There are so many pumpkins that we throw a Pumpkin Festival every year to celebrate the damn pumpkins.
The only really nice thing about living here is that I live within walking distance of a beach. But trust me, after living here so many years, you stop caring about the damn beach. The beaches around here aren't exactly the nicest in the world to begin with. The novelty of it wears off really quick (unless, of course, you are a surfer).

Update: I no longer live in Half Moon Bay. Hallelujah! I'm now a resident of fabulous Oakland, California (AKA Tha Oaktown). A lot has changed since I moved; Half Moon Bay has upgraded from a 4 Traffic Light town to a 6 Traffic Light town, thanks to the opening of the glorious Ritz Carlton hotel. It's out of control.